Nothing to do with Miranda Nagalingam and chaperones. A blog by New Jersey-based soccer writer James Clark for all converts to the West Ham religion, with the English Premier League and Championship, the Philadelphia Union and MLS, the U.S. Men's National Team, the Italian Serie A, Spain's La Liga and a whole lot of other football mixed in. And remember ... as Bono sang, "With satellite television, you can go anywhere!"

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

We knew it would be this way. Having Carlos Tevez in a West Ham shirt was like your everyday bloke dating Julia Roberts. I will always -- ALWAYS -- support the club and wear the shirt and colours proudly, but something's just not the same. It's like when Paolo DiCanio left ... there's just an empty feeling. I don't know about you lads, but 75 per cent of the fun for me when watching football is the promise of skill and the unknown. A flick here, a side-foot there, something that makes you rise from your seat (or the sofa!) This team that Curbs has assembled is hard-working and industrious. But it lacks flair, a bit of 'oomph' that makes them essential viewing. Maybe when Julien Faubert comes back we will see a player who can run at defenders like Matty Etherington (sometimes) now does. Until then, I am pining for the little Argentine. What a breath of fresh air he was. Carlos, Carlos, please come back!